When the Cavern closed, that basement pet shop where I spent
after school afternoons
feeding the fresh waters & salt waters, &
told in hushed tones my small desires to the eclectus parrot
who knew my ...
The End of Childhood by Gerry LaFemina
LAR Online, Poetry
…We are swallowed by the mass culture made in USA, leisure and pleasure become the first objectives of our existence and, anesthetized by fashion and by cosmetics, we let ourselves become entangled in your webs which ...
SweekStars 2018: Excerpt from Vaulted Home – Day Seventh by Ana Filomena Amaral
Award Winners, LAR Online
Inspector Warrell had taken his usual seat in the Evidence Room, directly facing the door. Sunlight filtered in through the windows, caressing the air and washing over the table, casting shadows from his tablet and ...
SweekStars 2018: Evidence by Joel R Hunt
Award Winners, LAR Online
Again we spot the mother deer.
After her head reaches for a branch,
her eyes whip open fear like buttons.
Even the tree’s dead stump,
too tall to be prodigal, hollow,
fills itself with dark, peerless
holes, ...
A Cut by Kenneth Jakubas
LAR Online, Poetry
I’m back at home. The bread is thawing beside the stove. I pick up the loaf and press it against the blade of the bread slicer. The machine groans, then packs up completely. No chance of cutting a slice off the ...
Through the Moors, Through Dachau by Michaela Maria Müller
LAR Online, Translations
Torotain Varvaressos was a peculiar man. He loved academic journals, tolerated furniture, and abhorred keys. Therefore, both his main residence and his pied-à-terre, which were labyrinths of shelves with titles such as ...
Sweekstars 2018: Peculiarities of Torotain Varvaressos by Shahzoda Vareberg
Award Winners, LAR Online
Little imitations of the sun and its rays, bright buttercup yellow
Perky and mellow
Sold by the odd fellow
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On the streets. From this fellow these flowers I buy, when it’s ...
SweekStars 2018: Sunflowers by Daniel Helman Lee
Award Winners, LAR Online
EPCOT
We’ve FastPassed it, that great golf ball just inside
the gates, so my son and I don’t have to wait long
to tour all of human time. Inside, Phoenicians
invent the alphabet; Romans carry news
from ...
Spaceship Earth by Catherine Pierce
LAR Online, Poetry
The strangled barks from the dog next door leak like a wet rag into the night air, ending on a downward moan. There’s no fence you can build to stop that from coming through. If there were, Barry would have built it. ...
The Scrap Eaters by Rose Hunter
Fiction, LAR Online
